Save Me From Myself

Alyssa*

When I arrived to the Bay City the Sun is long gone and I sleep, put to bed by the wide awake moon. The city nightlife with a live in screaming with joy. Even with the windows rolled up I could still hear the shouts of friends and the music singing its way through the streets. this scene made me breathe a little easier and feel a little calmer. I know I'm hours away from any of the Los Angeles drama. No Andy. No Mitch. No confusing love triangles. Just me and some soon to be ordered room service, I'll have to thank Andy for the money to be able to do this and being able to splurge on whatever I want. I'll call him when I get into the hotel then Mitch. I want him to know how proud of him I am for going to rehab. I didn't understand his drinking problem completely until our fight. He never yelled at me like that, being drunk only makes him angry and emotional. Alcohol is only going to leave him at the bad things.

I let out a soft side then pulled to the Marriott parking lot. I grab my suitcase on the passenger seat, lock the car then walk inside I walk up to the front desk and place down six grand in front of the concierge. "give me the best room you can for the next two and a half weeks please and thank you." I slide her an extra 200, "buy yourself something pretty." I say with that signature rich guy smirk. She truly text me in and hand me my key card. I place my elbow on the desk and lean on my hand, looking up at her slightly, giving her soft bedroom eyes. "I can see why they put you up front. Such a pretty lady should be shown off for everyone to see." I reach out and grasp one of her blonde locks and twirl it around my finger. Her cheeks turn a bright red, a deep contrast from her tan skin. I bite my bottom lip and smile up at her, "you're so cute when you blush. Hey when do you get off?"

"I-In 30 minutes," She stutters.

I glanced up at the clock above her head then back down at her, "I'll see you up at my room in 30 minutes. I'll help you relax. Bring some champagne when you come up. Okay, Ms..?"

" Mel-Melissa," She quietly responds.

I chuckle then pull her hand up to my lips, "I'll see you soon, Melissa." Then kissed it. I grabbed my bag and headed for the elevator. she looks like someone who can get my mind off of things for a while, that's all I need. Hope he doesn't like attachment. I couldn't help but mentally high five myself if I try to open the elevator. Even after 4 years I can still pick up chicks.

I get to my floor then travel to my room, i unlock the door to reveal a fairlu large room. It has to be at least three times larger than my cheap hotel room label set me up in. I mentally thank Melissa I know she hooked me up with this room. I should start the bath now. she seems so shy and nervous when she gets with me. I wanted to relax. Tense girls don't provide good sex. So champagne and a hot bath would definitely work.

I would another 20 minutes before I begin running the bath. What happened this year was more of a hot tub then an actual bath tub. Solution to the water. The white foam eventually took over the tub and puffed up over the rim some. I strip down nude and wrap myself in the soft hotel provided bath robe.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

So soft. Must be Melissa.

I walk to and open the door. It was the blushing Melissa holding the bottle of champagne. I smile a little at her and gently pull her in. "Hey darling." Then close the door behind me.

She hands me the bottle, "I-I brought you the best bottle w-we had. I'm sorry if it's not good enough for the rockstar. I'm sure you've had better."

I giggle, "I see you've done a little research." I kiss her cheek, "It's perfect. Go into the bathroom and wait for me while I serve us." Melissa nods and walks to the bathroom. I pop the top off with a with the wine opener from the kitchenette. I quickly pour it into the wine glasses then bring it out to Melissa who surprised me by already being naked and sitting on the edge of the tub with her back to the door, swirling her hand in the bubbles.

I walk to her and place a small kiss on her shoulder. She turns to me and smiles. I hold out one of the glasses out to her, she takes it from my hand, "Thank you."

"Oh you're welcome, darling," I kiss her cheek again then climb into the bath myself. Melissa follows my lead and sits herself in my lap. I lace one arm around her waist and rest my chin on her shoulder. "Tell me about yourself, sweetie. I'd like to get to know the girl I want to sleep with." I say taking a sip of champagne.

"Well, I'm 25 years old. I like to cook. I'm lesbian. And my dad is Axel Rose." She smirks when she mentions the identity of her father. My mouth formed an O in surprise. Melissa giggles and places her index finger underneath my chin then pushes up to close my mouth. "Funny how I'm just working as a concierge, huh?"

"Yeah, that's a little strange. Why doesn't your dad give you a better job or something?" I question.

"He wants me to make my own money but he does let me stay in one of his really nice houses rent-free. I just have to pay for utilities. It's not a lot so it's a good set up." She responds then changes the subject, "So, sleeping with me. Is that the only reason you brought me up here?" She didn't seem hurt just amused by it.

"A little. I'm mostly trying to get something off my mind that's kinda eating at me and not in a good way." I reply. She questions me about my issue. I sigh and begin explaining everything happened over the last day and some change. "You seem perfect to take my mind off things. Beautiful and an amazing body." I squeeze my arms around her tighter.

"Well, thank you." She giggles then places both of my hands on her soft, pillow-like breasts. "I can show you a night to remember."

*Andy*

I sat down on the edge of my bed. Wondering if Alyssa was okay. I have the number to her hotel. Thank you instagram fans for flipping shit when they saw her. They blew up instagram with pictures of her walking into the hotel. I call the hotel to speak with the concierge, trying to get transferred to to Alyssa's room. The concierge immediately recognizes my voice and quickly puts me through to Alyssa.

Riiiiiing.... Riiiiiing.... Riiiiiing....

Alyssa answered the phone panting between each few words.

Alyssa: Hel-hello?

Her voice turned sour when she realized it was me.

-Alyssa. Hey, did you get to your hotel okay?

Alyssa: I'm fine. What do you need?

A voice in the background popped up. It was sweet and surprisingly calming. I could tell it was a woman by the way she sung and purred to Alyssa.

Unknown person: Baaaaaby! Come back! The concierge girl isn't finished with you yet.

Alyssa let out a perverted giggle before responding.

Alyssa: I'll be right there, Kitten. Just let me handle this call.

The sour voice returned.

Alyssa: Seriously, Biersack. What do you want? I'm kinda busy here.

-Are you sleeping with the concierge?!

That's one way to ruffle my feathers. I tell her I like her and she goes off and sleeps with someone. Wow. She even had the audacity to reply with a smug little giggle.

Alyssa: Yup. But what does it matter, Mr. Biersack? It shouldn't matter. It's my body isn't it?

I let out a long sigh while running my hand down my face.

-That's not even what I mean, Alyssa. What I mean is; You get a love confession from your best friend, I tell you I really like you then you sleep with someone. That's bit of a slap to the face. Plus the money I gave you.

She scoffs and I can hear her rolling her eyes at me.

Alyssa: How you talked shit about my best friend was a slap to the face. And I didn't even ask for the money. You just gave it to me. You didn't have to. I never asked for any of the hospitality. I'm sorry I'm not in love you. I'm sorry I don't want to be with you like that. I'm sorry for even coming into your life. I'm sorry, Biersack. I'm sorry. Is that what you want to hear from me?

My throat seized, a painful warning sign of upcoming tears. My voice cracked as a result.

-I want to be loved back for a change...

I hang up before she even has a chance to respond. Why am I crying for a girl who doesn't even care about me or my feelings? She hates me. I should've given her money for a plane ticket to leave the state. That would've been much easier on my heart. This whole situation is my fault. This is what I get for getting even remotely attached to someone. I should've learned the first time...

Notes

I made a little long just to make up for how long I hadn't updated. Hope you guys like it.

xoxo rockc